He arrived in Santa Barbara, checked into the hotel room, and walked out onto the beach towards the shoreline, and walked to the water’s edge to feel the Pacific Ocean’s water rush towards, around, and away from his feet and ankles as if they were no more significant than stones in a stream.
“Who did you lose?”
A woman had walked up behind him and now stood about four feet away, not making eye contact, staring into the Pacific like he was.
“How did you know?” he asked.
She replied, still looking out towards the sunset, “You’ve got a hollow look about you, plus you’re wearing a high-end suit and tie, holding expensive Italian shoes; your silk slacks are rolled up so you can feel just how cold the ocean can get in January, and you are alone.”
“You lost someone, just like I have,” she added.
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